JUST LEAVE IT ALONE
17

with compulsion I finally had to stand in front of my academic guidance counselor room and fortunately this time he was there.

knock on the door three times and after the command from inside I move my hand to open the door carefully,  I left the door wide open and then with a big smile and slightly lowered my head I chose to sit not far from my lecturer.

"What are there needs ?" he said he looked at my face.

"i'm a pro's mentor and would like to offer my revisian prof."

"i thought you graduated last year"

"egh has not prof" I said while scratching but not itching.

"so what is this?"

"prof's description"

"mmm where did I check first?"

"not yet prof after I profosal prof directly out of the country"

"after coming home?"

"i asked for an autograph for prof's research"

"oghh yes dik, exhausted profosal research again" he asked sok-sok do not know

"hehehe yes prof" I'm a fool.

"what else is explaining here?"

"wha prof?"

"plak" the sound of the floor suddenly collided with a pile of paper that I had painstakingly made one and he lightly said

"kok what? you know what a thesis is"

"know prof" I replied in a voice that grew smaller at the end of the sentence.

knowing I was intimidated he said "so what is a thesis, explain to us, how Your grace knows what is a thesis" he asked the person who had been in this room with my guiding lecturer, his face was not so foreign but I do not remember who he was.

"yes, what's a thesis?"

".." I was silent, in my mind between thinking and the other half was clumping. never spoke my professor first said

"eghh was asked this ki, answered this. The new bede student did not know what the thesis was" he snapped in a louder voice.

"source of prof's problem?" I said spontaneously what else when he hit the table again and the sound got louder

"why the source of the problem, give your reasons"

"yes prof there is a discussion because there are problems that occur and the thesis aims to solve it"

"so you think your script has a solution?"

"i think it's more or less so prof"

"why only more or less, where is the exact point"

".." I went back to silence because I really couldn't bear to swear it in my mind.

"answer" he snapped again did not forget the punch on the table until spontaneously again I was rich

"i don't know the core of my writing is a solution or just prof's advice"

"agh you're in, you're not sure how you can get a perfect score if your answer isn't that perfect?"

"no one is perfect prof because perfection belongs only to the SWT god" I said quiping and warning.

hearing that, the father finally shut up and said, "isss you, satisfied now you are out and tomorrow after the day you just come back again" he said arrogantly and menggivasan his hands.

of course without being told a second time I actually moved but before my feet stepped out the door he said

"sorry well it's just to praise the guts and the truth if you're the one who hires or pays people" he said starting gently like never before.

".. I chose silence and just nodded to and once again I tried to go and say "be prepared, thank you"